The cold gnawed at Xion's skin as he stepped back into the snow, but he welcomed the numbness. It was better than the suffocating heat inside.
Ten of them stood outside the cave now. They were all cloaked in the Holy Order's insignia, forming a rough circle that kept tightening like vultures scenting death.
Their presence was heavy, righteous even, as if justice wore armor and ignorance held a blade.
With his head hidden beneath a white robe, the man spoke loudly, "Surrender and you shall not suffer in vain." His voice dripped with self-righteousness.
Xion exhaled lightly. His breath curled in the air like smoke, misting his view. "You speak as if I were some sinner. Who gave you that courage?"
His words hit them hard. No one would dare to talk to them with such disgrace and blatant hostility.
"We are only here for the goodness of Eldoria-"
Before he could finish whatever bullshit sermon he'd been trained to preach, Xion struck without warning.
